Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Faggot ❯ Faggot ( Chapter 1 )

“…and sing it to the tune of faggot, faggot, faggot, faggot…”

-Faggot by Mindless Self-Indulgence.

 

 

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He wasn't gay.

 

No, he wasn't some fag. Not him, not Kyo Sohma. There was too much he could be ridiculed for, that he all ready was ridiculed for; he was the Cat, wasn't that enough? No, there was no way he was gay, no possible way.

 

But, if he wasn't gay, why did he constantly stare at Yuki? Why did he catch himself far too often daydreaming about him, his large beautiful eyes, his lean body, his perfect ways? Why would he lie awake nearly every night, wondering about him, and what he was thinking or doing? If he wasn't gay, why, then, did Kyo think of him so often?

 

Because, he tried to explain to himself, Yuki was the Rat, who he had to beat. That's why he thought of him so much. And, he was just so feminine; that's why he thought of him so much. But that didn't really explain the particular thoughts he had, thoughts that he should be having of a girl, of even Tohru.

 

But the truth was, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise, he just didn't feel that way about Tohru. He was protective of her, and there was no way he'd just let Yuki have her; she was another competition between them. But, he just didn't really want her. He wanted to like her, hell, he forced himself to try to get close to her, to try and kiss her just to prove to himself that he could like a girl.

 

Not that he thought he was gay.

 

He just never had a crush on a girl; that was all. Was that all that strange, anyway?

 

Tons of guys didn't have regular crushes on girls, right?

 

Yeah, tons of faggots don't have crushes on girls. All of them, even.

 

But he could be an exception, couldn't he?

 

He hated those arguments he'd have in his head; the one side that was convinced he was gay annoyed the living hell out of him. He knew he wasn't gay, he couldn't be gay….

 

But, he did daydream about Yuki a lot. And, though he would rather die than admit it to anyone, including himself, he had pictured kissing Yuki more than once, had wondered how it would feel to have Yuki's slim form pressed against him, kissing him hotly, pressing Yuki down against the mattress of his bed…. He was always on top, in his daydreams. He sure as hell wasn't gay, but there was no way Yuki would be on top in any of his imaginings.

 

No, he wasn't gay.

 

This…this had to have been something he picked up somewhere. Probably just something he picked up from Shigure and Aaya; who else would he have gotten it from? Those were the two biggest flamers he'd ever seen. Strangely enough, though, they were able to go on about their lives without anyone accusing them that they were gay. So, there was some hope that no one would suspect him to be gay.

 

Not that he was.

 

No, he wasn't a faggot, and he definitely didn't have a crush on Yuki.

 

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Short, and verrrrrry fun to write. My apologies for the shortness.

 

Anywho, should I end it here and keep it as a one-shot? Or should I continue?

 

Review, please.